Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.